12. Boston. II. The Children of the Night. Robinson, Edwin Arlington. 1921. Collected Poems

Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921.

II. The Children of the Night

12. Boston

MY northern pines are good enough for me,
But there’s a town my memory uprears—
A town that always like a friend appears,
And always in the sunrise by the sea.
And over it, somehow, there seems to be	5
A downward flash of something new and fierce,
That ever strives to clear, but never clears
The dimness of a charmed antiquity.